Fang Yan snorted, but he quickly stood firm, stepped on the stump, and the sword intent in the silver-white sword intent blood in his body flowed wantonly through his fingertips, pouring into the flying sword, allowing it to linger around his five fingers, and finally hovered steadily in the palm of his hand.

His face was a little pale, and he had consumed a lot of qi and blood, and the vertical pupil of the third eye returned to pitch black, hidden between his eyebrows.

In the thatched hut of the heart lake, Ye Ye also snorted, and in front of the water transport ruins, the beads of rebellion fell from the sky and slowly sank into it, and the circle of demon fire patterns became a little dim, and the breath was a little intense. The woman exhaled, pinched the trick with both hands, and then slapped it on the ding, injecting true qi, mobilizing water transportation to suppress the rioting demon fire.

Fang Yan didn't care about Ruan Qing in the distance, he just silently felt the residual breath on the flying sword, and then leaned out his consciousness, erasing the original sustenance, his mind was at every turn, and the flying sword was finally like an arm, where the mind was, it was like one.

The young man sighed in his heart, he no longer planned to use rebellion, but now he still can't escape, as if he is destined.

After the second realm, the ability to disobey fate has recovered a little, and the original power of plundering is nothing, but it is still very individual, and it will only do what it is interested in.

The previous "childlike love", it did not react.

But there was a desire just now, full of excitement for this flying sword.

After the young man negotiated with Ye Ye, he chose to take it by force.

However, the price is also large, most of the qi and blood are exhausted, and the demon fire is easy to take advantage of.

Fortunately, there is a water transportation ruin, this spiritual item is very good, and the night vaguely mentioned that it involves the gods of mountains and rivers, and when the other teenagers asked again, she refused to speak.

Fang Yan didn't pay attention to the talisman of the trapped person's true qi, after all, his own cultivation was qi and blood, and it had nothing to do with the true qi.

In the distance, the old man who raised the sword covered his heart, and was cut off by the anti-fateful connection, attacking the heart against the blood, his eyes were splitting at the moment, and he quickly swallowed his breath.

Ruan Qing still had a smile on his face, but he was a lot weaker, he squinted at Fang Yan, pinched his fingers secretly, and said with a smile: "It's that I'm gone, the sixth brother still has such treasures, he can snatch people from flying swords, I want to let those sword cultivators on the mountain know, maybe they won't make a big move to find you." ”

Fang Yan looked at him again, coughed twice deliberately, and the tip of the flying sword flipped over, unceremoniously aimed at Ruan Qing.

The corners of the latter's mouth twitched slightly, and at this time, a majestic aura came from a distance, Ruan Qing's face changed, and then recovered, and soon made a decision, and arched his hand: "This matter is not over, the Ten Thousand Demon Cave and the Shadow Sect will definitely ask for it back." ”

Fang Yan smiled, not caring too much.

Ruan Qing looked at Fang Yan deeply, then stood back, his aura gradually dissipated, and after a while, he launched his escape technique and flew away from a distance.

Just go, without dragging the mud and water.

Well, because Duan Libra is coming.

Fang Yan watched the other party leave, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to unload the condensed qi and blood, just coughed a few times, slightly strengthened his spirit, and immediately launched the Wind Escape Technique, instead of going to find Jiang Ruozi first, he fled in the opposite direction.

As soon as he walked on his front foot, Duan Libra's body appeared, but his face was gloomy like water, his clothes were a little embarrassed, and he clenched his fists at this moment, making a crackling sound.

He transmitted the sound to the other masters, and ordered the rest of the cottage to act, less than half a burnt of incense, and opened a bright fire in the night, mobilizing the whole village to arrest the spies.

Then he glanced coldly at the wooden house where Mr. Mo was, raised his hand to grasp it, forced out a drop of blood from his palm, pinched a strange gesture, and after a while, his eyes were slightly closed, his toes were a little on his tiptoes, and he chased after Ruan Qing in the direction where he had gone.

......

At the other end of the flowing water village, in the stove room that no one cared about, the gatehouse was suddenly opened, and an elderly monk in a robe walked in slowly, he folded his hands together, looked compassionate, and pronounced the Buddha number to the corpse of the old man who raised the sword without looking away, and then untied the string of Buddhist beads around his neck, held it in the palm of his hand, and silently recited, and after a while, he raised his eyes, looked into the distance, and walked towards the distance step by step.

"Amitabha...... Finally found it. ”

......

Mr. Mo walked out with Xuanxuan's support, looked at the messy cottage, sighed slightly, and said: "I have no choice, the facts are difficult to preserve, this place is about to be a place of right and wrong, and we should also leave." ”

His eyes were misty, "It's a pity that part of the original plan was not completed. ”

Xuanxuan was a little timid, shrunk behind Mr. Mo, and asked in a low voice, "Childe, where should we go?"

Mr. Mo thought of Fang Cai's hand talk, Fang Yan's chess pieces, and said with a smile: "Okay, believe him once." ”

Xuanxuan looked dazed, and then snorted angrily, her own son-in-law was not so chattering, why didn't he speak clearly after seeing that guy?

"Mr. Mo, dare to ask where do you want to go?" At this time, a warm voice came.

Mr. Mo paused, then turned around, and looked at Song Yuming who seemed to be smiling without a smile.

Song Lao Er stood with his hands in his hands, and said with a smile after a while: "In the past two days, the sixth child has been bothering Mr. Mo, and he will pay for it first, but now there are ghosts in the village, and I also ask Mr. to go down to the house as a guest, so as to ensure that Mr. Mo is thoughtful." ”

Xuanxuan was a little anxious, but was held down by the back of Mr. Mo's hand, who looked directly at Song Yuming, and said, "There is Lao Er in charge." ”

......

In the cell, the female cultivator of the Golden Sword Sect opened her eyes, as if she felt something, looked in the direction where Fang Yan and Ruan Qing were fighting just now, frowned slightly, and then stood up straight.

"Who the hell is he?" said the nun to herself, her expression dark.

Then she suddenly woke up, closed her eyes and breathed, and stabilized her state of mind.

Since the teenager left, she was shocked to find that she was in an uneven mood, and she wanted to concentrate on her cultivation, which was even more effective.

That finger hit the center of her eyebrows, like a nightmare, and suddenly popped up from time to time, disturbing her feelings.

This made the female cultivator feel afraid, there was still a leak in her own mental cultivation skills, and she still needed to ask the teacher to return to the sect.

However, she is not pedantic and idle, such a time, it happens to be chaotic in the village, and she will wait for when she will not leave at this time.

She adjusted her mentality, rolled her hands into her cuffs, and quietly crushed the Dao talisman hidden in her sleeve.

......

Fang Yan's body arched slightly, and he unfolded his body technique to the extreme, and the cottage behind him had already exploded, and he felt that several breaths were spreading in all directions.

He subconsciously contained his breath, suddenly turned his direction, and plunged into the forest at once, and at the same time shot forward in the air, relying on the horizontal training method of the Bone Changing Realm to break up the branches and leaves blocking the road and cover his whereabouts.

Fang Yan exhaled slightly, his thoughts fluttering, thinking about what to do next.

Whether it is Liushui Village or Fangjia, it is undoubtedly an introduction, buried in the past and dug in the future.

The solution is not completely clueless, at least after meeting Mr. Mo, Fang Yan thinks so.

Hints are all kind, depending on whether the other party understands it and whether it is willing.

A few sharp arrows suddenly shot from behind, Fang Yan's body shook slightly, moved horizontally, avoided several key points, and continued to run away without looking back.

Instead of entangling with them, it is better to get out of trouble as soon as possible.

As for the agreement with Jiang Ruozi, Fang Yan had already made other arrangements, and now he wanted to lure away some of the thieves first, presumably the other party must have known about this meeting.

Between thoughts, he raised his hand again to stun a bandit who sneaked from the side, stepped on his back, and with the help of his strength, flashed several hidden weapons, raised his hand and pulled out the sharp arrow inserted in his arm, sealing the bleeding position.

Fortunately, in a hurry, these arrows were not quenched, and it was not a big problem to resist a few times with Fang Yan's horizontal practice, seeing that he was about to go out of the range of the flowing water village, Fang Yan's eyes shrank, and he did not hesitate to control his body to fall, hiding under a tree.

"Sixth, you are in such a hurry, where do you want to go?"